Young Slick a Real Teenage Mutineer

Young Slick stands outside the pool hall

And oozing a belligerent tone,

As though from Brando he’s heard the call,

His well rehearsed sneer he makes known.

“For crissake Slick it’s 2006,

Ain’t this Brando thing a little old?”

And as I say it, his hair he flicks,

While his dull eyes stare empty and cold.

Argh, another teenage mutineer,

And I smile at Slick all knowing,

But all I get’s that angry sneer

And the second hand smoke he’s blowing.

So I babble on ‘bout when I was a kid.

While of course mostly lying ‘bout stuff,

For behind a similar mask I hid,

Just a scared kid trying to act tough.

But to him I’m just an old fool

And it’s apparent from his sneer,

That there’s no way I was ever as cool

As young Slick a real teenage mutineer.